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 Spain and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Martian to the techno 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Magma,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.