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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.