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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.