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 St Lucia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Faust,
Wings,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Organ,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.