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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Organ to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.