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 Burundi and from New York.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Smog,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.