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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.