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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
MC5,
EPMD,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
X-101,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
This Heat,
New Order,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.