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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 David Bowie to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Wire,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.