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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.