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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.