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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 the Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Organ,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.