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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Franke,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Slave,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Can,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.