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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.