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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Inner City,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.