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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Slave,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.