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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.