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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.