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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
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.