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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Television,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.