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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Sparks,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.