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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.