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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.