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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Swans,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
UT,
The Happenings,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.