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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.