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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
DNA,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.