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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.