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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.