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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
World's Most,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Gong,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.