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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.