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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.