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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the grunge 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
This Heat,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.