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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.