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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.