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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
cv313,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.