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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.