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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Mars,
Neu!,
New Order,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.