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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.