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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Technova,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.