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 India and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.