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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Sparks to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.