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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.