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 China and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.