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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.