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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.