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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.