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 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.