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 Norway 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.