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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.