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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Nas to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.