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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Moby Grape,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.