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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.