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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Monks,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.