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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultravox,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.