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 Qatar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Monks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.