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 Malta 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Golliwogs,
Crime,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, 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.