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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Slave,
Scientists,
Interpol,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.