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 United States 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.