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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.