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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.