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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
the Slits,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.