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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.