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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.