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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 New York and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.