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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.