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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.