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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.