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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.