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 China 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.