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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
CMW,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.