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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.