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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.