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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.