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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.