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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the grime 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.