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 Lithuania 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 Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.