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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.