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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Can,
Ossler,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.