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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.