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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Cluster,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.