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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.