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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Japan,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.