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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 The Golliwogs to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.