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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.