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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.