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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
New Order,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.