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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.