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 Nigeria 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Index,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.