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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
The Sound,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.