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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.