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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.