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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.