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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.