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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.