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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.