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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.