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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 the Swans to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
June Days,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.