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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.