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 Libya and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Brand Nubian,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.