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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.