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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
10cc,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.