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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 X-102 to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Monks,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.