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 Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.