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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.