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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.