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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Oneida to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.