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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.