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 Tonga and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.