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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.