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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Can,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.