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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.