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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 snare 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Mars,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.