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 Sweden and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.