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 Liberia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.