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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.