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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.