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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.