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 Korea South and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.