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 Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Yazoo 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Procol Harum,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.