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 Guyana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Index,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.