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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.