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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.