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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.