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 Montenegro 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Gong to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
The Names,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.