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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.