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 United States and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
DNA,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.