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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.