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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.