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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
cv313,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Television,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.