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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.