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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 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 Gong to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Visage,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.