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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.