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 Costa Rica 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.