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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.