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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.