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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.