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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
JFA,
Mars,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.