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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops 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?
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.