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 Turkmenistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Little Man,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.