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 Namibia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.