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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
June Days,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.