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 Malaysia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.