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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Swans,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.