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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Pole to the techno 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.