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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.