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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.