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 South Africa 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Wire,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.