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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
E-Dancer,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.