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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.