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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.