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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.