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 Belarus 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
The Index,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.