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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Mummies to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.