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 Hungary 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.