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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
10cc,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.