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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.