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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.