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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.