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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.