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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.