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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 guitar 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 Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.