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 Argentina and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.