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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.