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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.