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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.