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 Jamaica 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.