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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.