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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.