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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
The Smoke,
The Move,
Television,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.