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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.