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 South Africa and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.