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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Wire,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.