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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.