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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Little Man,
CMW,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.