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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.