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 Russia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.