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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.