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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.