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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.