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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.