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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.