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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Tres Demented to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.