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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Nico,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.