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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
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.