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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.