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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Can,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.