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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.