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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.