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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.