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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.