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 Canada and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gladiators to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.