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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.