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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Ituana,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.