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 Colombia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
The Remains,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.