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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.