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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen 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 Saints,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.