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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange 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?
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.