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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Index,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.