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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.