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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.