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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Rapeman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.