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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.