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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.