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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 The Birthday Party to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.