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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Japan,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.