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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.