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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
MC5,
Television,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.