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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Jandek,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.