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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.