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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.