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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Brick,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pole,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
AZ,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.