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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.