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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Kayak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.