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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.