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 Tunisia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lyres to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.