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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.