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 Russia and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.