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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.