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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
New Order,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.