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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Can,
the Human League,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.