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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.