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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.