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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Fear to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.