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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.