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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.