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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.