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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.