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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.