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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.