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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Zero Boys,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.