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 Peru 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.