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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.