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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.