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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.