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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the rap 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.