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 Panama and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Scan 7 to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.