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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Faust,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.