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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.