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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 Glasgow and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
EPMD,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.