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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.