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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Altered Images,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.