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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 UT to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.