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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
UT,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Faust,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Magma,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.