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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.