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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.