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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Wire,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.