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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
MC5,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
The Gories,
Pole,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.