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 Cyprus 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.