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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.