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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.