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 France and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.