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 Cameroon 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Supertramp,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Can,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.