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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.