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 Thailand 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.