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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.