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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.