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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.