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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cymande to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.