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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.