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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
Japan,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.