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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.