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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.