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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.