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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.