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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Wings to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.