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 Comoros 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.