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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.