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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.