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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
X-102,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.