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 Croatia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Janne Schatter,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.