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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.