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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Faust,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.