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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Wire,
UT,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.