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 China and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.