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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
cv313,
Yaz,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.