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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Monks,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.