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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.