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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.