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 Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Swans to the disco 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Monks,
Unwound,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.