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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.