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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.