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 the UAE and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.