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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.