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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Nas,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.