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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Audionom,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.