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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pylon 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 rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.