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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.