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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vainqueur,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
the Germs,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.