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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Television,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
the Association,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.