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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.