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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.