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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Moebius,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.