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 the UAE 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Can,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
This Heat,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.