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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.