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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.