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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.