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 Philippines 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.