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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.