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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
The Monks,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.