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 Taiwan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.