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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.