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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Japan,
Brick,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.