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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.