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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.