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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Rakim,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.