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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the rap 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.