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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.