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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.