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 Bulgaria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.