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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.