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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.