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 Israel 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.