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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.