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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.