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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
The Saints,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.