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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.