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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.