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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.