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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.