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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.