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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Fugazi,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Motorama,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.