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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.