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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.