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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
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Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.