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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Faust,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
The Names,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.