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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette 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?
The Leaves,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Victims,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.