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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.