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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Visage,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.