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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.