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 France 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.