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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Ituana,
CMW,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.