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 Belize and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Qualms,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.