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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Urselle,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.