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 Jamaica 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.