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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.