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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.