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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.