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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Siglo XX to the grime 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
cv313,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.