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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.