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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Monks,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.