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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.