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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
UT,
Grauzone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.