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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Ludus,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
CMW,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.