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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Quantec,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.