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 Laos and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.