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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.