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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.
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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.