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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.