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 Gambia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Birthday Party 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.