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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Warren Ellis 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.