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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
CMW,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.