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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.