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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.