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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.