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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.