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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 MDC 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.