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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Organ,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.