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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.