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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Barracudas to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Jandek,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.