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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.