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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Japan,
Swans,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.