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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.