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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.