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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Smiths to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.