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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.