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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.