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 Canada and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.