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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Shoche,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.