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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.