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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
10cc,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.