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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.