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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lungfish to the crunk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.