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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.