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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.