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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.