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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.