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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 Spokane and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.