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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.