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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.