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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Hashim 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.