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 Belgium 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.