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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.