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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
cv313,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.