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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.