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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.