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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.