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 Korea South and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.