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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Index,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.