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 Benin 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.