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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.