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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.