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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.