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 Andorra and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.