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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.