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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.