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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.