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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.