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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.