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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Magma,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.