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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.