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 Senegal 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.