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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.