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 Samoa 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.