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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.