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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.