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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Ronan,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.