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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Television,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.