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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
cv313,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.