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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.