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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.