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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.