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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Brick,
Television,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.