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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Q65 to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Patti Smith,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.