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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.