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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.