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 Congo and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.