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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Litter to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.