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 El Salvador 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
New Order,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.