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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
JFA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.