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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.