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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.