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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.