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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.