Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.