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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.