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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.