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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.