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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.