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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Qualms,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.