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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.