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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.