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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Television,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.