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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.