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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.