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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
The Move,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.