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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.