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 Tunisia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.