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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 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?
Lower 48,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.