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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.