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 Korea South and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.