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 France and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.