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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Lakeside,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.