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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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?
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.