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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.