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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.