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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.