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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.