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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mr. Review to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
DNA,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.