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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.