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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.