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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.