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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Tomorrow to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.