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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.