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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.