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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.