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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.