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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.