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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.