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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.