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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Visage,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.