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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.