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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Mars,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.