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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.