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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
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 Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.