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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.