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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.