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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.