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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.