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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.