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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
The Cure,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.