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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Human League,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.