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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.