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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
New Order,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.