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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the rock 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.