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 Ukraine and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.