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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.