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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Excepter,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.