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 Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.