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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.