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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Lalann,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.