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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.