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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sixth Finger to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.