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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.