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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Swans,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.