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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.