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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.