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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.