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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
cv313,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.