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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.