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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless 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 electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.