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 Senegal 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.