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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.