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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.