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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.