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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.