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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
the Normal,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.