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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.