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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Q65,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.