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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
MDC,
The Fall,
the Association,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.