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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.