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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.