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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Smog 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 dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Martian,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Model 500,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.