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 Austria 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.