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 Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.