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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.