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 Monaco and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Hoover,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.