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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.