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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.