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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.