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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.