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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.