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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Technova,
UT,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.